May the Fourth be with you.
Today, May the Fourth, is Star Wars day. It is no coincidence, that The Good Men Project published an article I wrote on “Teaching My Son to Use the Force” yesterday.
Come by and check it out. Let me know what you think.
{{{Hugs}}} Kozo
For over three decades, I read the Dalai Lama’s books on compassion, attended lectures by Thich Nhat Hanh, and even did a week long Metta meditation in Sri Lanka, yet I was unable to feel compassion on a daily basis. Looking at the state of the world today, I don’t think I was alone in this inability to practice compassion.
After countless broken relationships and on the verge of divorce at the age of 47, I finally realized what it meant to have compassion. I learned that compassion requires empathy. We can’t sympathize with the misfortune of others if we are unable to step into their shoes and understand their thoughts and feelings. Continue reading
The Lil’ Buddha
“Daddy, are sharks googuys or baaguys?” my three year old son asked while he was taking a bath.
It’s a legitimate question. I don’t want my son to classify all sharks as bad, but I also don’t want him to pet a shark because he thinks it is his friend. I heard a story of some little girls who got mauled by a bear because they ran up to it thinking it was a Care Bear.
My older son rescued me, “Sharks are not guys, right Daddy? Plus, there are no good guys and bad guys.” Continue reading
In the middle of the night, my 3 year old son started screaming, “No, No, No.” After waking from a nightmare, he was inconsolable. “I want something,” he babbled for half an hour. Water, blankets, stuffed animals, Mommy–nothing could make him stop crying. In my half-awake state, I realized that he was teaching me about Buddhism.
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